Mum and Mary Before mum died, I introduced her to the popular nature poet, Mary Oliver. I bought mum a few of Mary’s books and she deeply engaged with her paganist, poetry-prayers that knelt before nature. Mum made notes all over the pages, dog-tagging and highlighting them, in conversation with them— living in them. Funny, as Mary Oliver died just a few months ago, and now mum … Tonight, mum and Mary sit in the same few books together on my bookshelf, closed between the same dark forests of pages in silent, annotated and everlasting conversation— like two mirrors facing…